"Master, have something to eat first."
Lu Qing carried some food inside.
Because Young Master Wei's condition was not optimistic, Old Doctor had to remain on watch at all times and could hardly leave the sickroom.
So Lu Qing went to the kitchen, made some food, and brought it over.
"Mm, put it here first. I'll eat later."
Old Doctor was taking Young Master Wei's pulse, his brows slightly furrowed.
At that moment, Bodyguard Li was outside making arrangements. Inside the sickroom were only the master and disciple, along with the unconscious Young Master Wei.
After thinking for a moment, Lu Qing asked, "Master, can this Young Master be saved?"
"Hard to say." Old Doctor sighed. "He lost far too much blood. When he was brought here, there was barely any blood left in his body. If not for his strong constitution, and for Bodyguard Li and the others having given him life-preserving medicine, I'm afraid he would not have held on until he arrived here."
"Master, this Young Master's family seems quite extraordinary. If he cannot wake up, will the Wei Clan take their anger out on us?" Lu Qing asked.
Old Doctor paused.
Then he turned to Lu Qing. "A Qing, remember this. As Medical Practitioners, when we treat illnesses and save people, what we must avoid most is looking before and behind, hesitating and wavering."
"Since you have decided to save someone, you must devote yourself wholeheartedly and treat them with full focus. That is medical virtue."
"If you do not wish to treat them, then before you begin, you should flick your sleeves and leave, ignoring the matter."
"But once treatment has begun, you should do all you can. Do not abandon it halfway, lest your heart be burdened with guilt."
"This disciple understands," Lu Qing